The images on the Sky Screen slowly shifted, and time quietly flew by.
Decades passed in the blink of an eye after Hagoromo Otsutsuki founded Ninshu and began spreading the ideals of goodwill and understanding.
Over those decades, more and more ordinary people were moved by Hagoromo's character and flocked to follow Ninshu after hearing of its reputation.
He aided victims of war, mediated disputes between tribes, and quietly restored the land and its mountains and rivers. He never bullied the weak with his strength or exploited the people.
Over time, the world had all but forgotten his birth name, Hagoromo Otsutsuki.
Everyone remembered only the supreme warrior who cared for all living beings, saved a world ravaged by chaos, pioneered the path of spiritual cultivation, and brought hope to the world-the Sage of Six Paths.
The name of the Sage of Six Paths spread far and wide, resounding throughout the world. He became the only god in the hearts of everyone in that ancient age.
Yet even such renown could not hold back the years.
After spending years traveling far and wide to protect the Shinobi World, Hagoromo's body began to age.
He could clearly sense his life force ebbing away bit by bit. His body grew weaker, and the vigor of a warrior at his peak slowly faded.
Standing atop the mountains, gazing at a world where strife still lingered and chaos still lurked, the Sage of Six Paths was overcome with emotion, his eyes filled with anxiety and reluctance.
"No..."
"True peace has yet to come to the Shinobi World."
"Hara, with her sinister ambitions, is still unaccounted for. She could return at any moment."
"I cannot let my story end here. I must leave behind someone who can inherit my will, protect the Shinobi World, and